Symphony of the Solitude

Death closes all: but something ere in the end, some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods

Wandering through the timeless maze, baffled and lost once again. Tricked and fooled by a guide less sense of curiosity, no idea where I am.

As I sit patiently, the thoughts that have stood still have begun to work their gears again, though they should be rusted and worn, they feel as if they've become a new. As if nothings changed and its just deja vu .

Let the peace sink in, though it might feel like a cold dagger through your heart, it's the gentle slide of the orchestrated hand. It rests here to play the final tune, playing it in solitude, alone and crude. Let it not be feared.

Times best to be moving on, such things just must be.

Now, let us sit back with contempt and gratitude. To praise those gone, to long for those unseen.
Let us hear the song, let me hear the song. Just let me be, please.

"We wanderers, ever seeking the lonelier way, begin no day where we have ended another day; and no sunrise finds us where the sunset left us"

"Find something to believe in and find it for yourself. And when you do, pass it on to the future"